Manual Labor Pt.2[M]

[Messatsu!]

A inferno of agrestic fires blossomed across the sea of clouds that drifted peacefully over the endless expanse of that was my home - Konohagakure. The sunset was imminent, a few hours from arrival; the dancing shadows of towering buildings and vagabonding civilians foreshadowed its presence. Life seemed peaceful with the heavenly walls of Konoha, so much so that one could not be blamed if they had even forgotten that the winds of war swept through the country so recently. But, despite having suffered from the prehends of war, Konohagakure still found ways to remain under the mighty influence of violence.

Ordinarily Konohagakure was a relatively quiet and peaceful place to reside within, however, word of an ancient being, one whose mere name told countless warnings-Bijuu. A tailed beast seemingly emerged from the bowels of nullity as it just seemed to have merely appeared through thin air, but only last seen generations ago. Nevertheless all of Konoha began to hear old stories of destruction and the mighty war cries that billowed into Leaf's ambiance from the beast itself as elders relived their past through harmless myths. I stepped forth from the Hokage's mission panel area, contentedly looking towards the northern mountains that seemed to have been swallowed up by its walls from where the I'd chosen to stand.

"There's so much work to be done in the village, not to mention preparation for the Chuunin exams. Sigh. The weight of life is falling heavily upon my shoulders, but I'll manage somehow.

[Messatsu!]

Turning my attention away from the heavens and back down onto the earth. My deep eyes of black stared contentedly into the palm of my bare hand as if I'd been some psychic performing a palm reading. But to me, it was like power itself whirled around the palm of my hand, and from what I had seen, it unfortunately induced disappointment. With a tightly closed his fist whilst biting upon my lip and heavily shutting my eyes, I held back tears comprised of anger and hate for those who deprived my master of his life. What right did they have. Truthfully I wished to grow stronger and obtain more power, but not for the same reasons as others, nay, I wanted to gain power to protect, to shield Konohagakure from harm as my own sensei had done.

"Rest Easy Genryu, you death will never be in vain, I'll make sure of this."

But little did I know, the curse merely meant he was a walking target, a walking desire. Power and authority was a stain in society, and majority of the shinobi populace are unable to get enough if / when the obtain it. So they would go attempt to achieve the one that that would turn a underdog into a feared killer- the Uchiha's sharingan. Its proclaimed limitless power is coveted by many, but wielded by few, thus making me natural enemies to people I don't even know. Truth be told I knew this to some degree already, but, I batted not even an eye, for I'd merely have to eliminate them because having lived along one, I experienced their dilemma as a people and grew to understand them to the fullest.

[Messatsu!]

After silently brooding upon his lineage and the blessing of power that came with it, his attention snapped back in gear, realizing he'd been wasting time when he could have been nearly half-way to his Missions location. Under a quick, motivated dash, Ue bolted north east at level best speeds, sifting and zig-zagging through crowds of vagabonding citizens with great ease and fluency. By merely announcing himself under that gait of speed he presented himself as nothing more than a blur of black and red. He wasted several minutes during the time he'd chosen sit back and contemplate upon his future power and path as shinobi.

"Odd, it did not even seem like I had been thinking for that long. No matter, can't do much about it now can I. Only thing left to do is use what little time I have and free up some of this construction."

Rock pebbles and corpuscles of dust sprayed into the air as he powered through Konohagakure's cultivated streets. Every few moments his toes dug into the mounds of earth as to spring himself forward further than he normally would. With a quick application of chakra to his toned calves, Ue launched himself into the air upon a nearby rooftop where he began leaping from one edifice to another, hastening his gait of travel by at least two fold. He couldn't afford to be late for his client, not when on behalf of the Hokage, after all, they did have a reputation to uphold.

[Messatsu!]

Jumping from roof to roof, it was always Ue's preferred way to travel and move swiftly about Konoha with little to no interruptions and distractions. The city's buildings all relatively were around equal size, so that blessing did nothing more than benefit the his insatiable need for inner city parkour. He vaulted over edges, flipped frontally over clothing lines, and cleared seemingly impossible gaps with the minimal amount of physical exertion needed.

"Alright! Almost there!"

With a few recycled vaults and aerial flips, Ue landed upon the mounds of flat land as he absorbed the force with a masterful roll. His client, well, there really hadn't been a client to begin with, instead, it was just a rural area full of rubble. It was a passageway for shipments of all kinds, and the sweeps of war only left destruction in its wake. Nevertheless it was up to him to get the job done in a professional manner, and that's what exactly he had done. Releasing a rather discouraging sigh, slowly he began to pickup different pieces of rubble from broken vehicles, shattered metals from weapons, and upheavals of earth.

"This isn't all that bad, at least all this rubble isn't as heavy as the village buildings that needed reconstructed. Heh, guess I can't complain there."

[Messatsu!]

Expending his reservoir of stamina, he began to sweat as his body heat began to rise from extended activity. His forearm uplifted, wiping away what sweat managed to accumulate before it fell down his face. He wanted to rest, however, there was much work that had to be done, and Ue dared not disappoint. He had big shoes to fill after all.

"Perhaps I should pick up the pace. "

The burn and ache of muscle became an afterthought as the healthy desire to hurry and finish this mission bolted through his mind. It was as if he ingested the famed soldier pill, his physical freshness seemingly rejuvenated all in an instant. The power of ones will to succeed knew no bounds, though Ue may have not fully understood it, it showed prominently through him. Motivated and physically pumped, his pace of work accelerated, pushing his work speed and body into an 'overdrive'-esque state.

Piece after piece, the rubble seemed to fade, in turn making the passageway that had been blocked look better than it had before the war itself. With his arms and other muscles spent, Ue seated himself upon the rubble-less road in a cruciform manner, peering up into the azure sky as he was drawn in thought.

"This was indeed hard work, but I guess it does pay off in the end. As long as I can continue progressing at the same pace, then maybe I can become a chuunin sooner than I myself anticipated. Then I can take on some bigger and better missions, furthering Konohagakure's power."

[Messatsu!]

Silently brooding upon his future ruling as a one of leaf's knights - a chuunin, he heard a voice, one that shattered his chain of thoughts. Quickly his body glided upwardly whilst using the palms of his hands to support himself as his eyes looked around for the source of said voice. It was too his far east, two jounin, he could tell simply from their flak jackets and their appearance in terms of age.

"Is something wrong?"

Fortunately they put Ue's concern's at ease as one exclaimed that they've come to help wrap up the job itself, giving him the clearing to head on back to the missions panel for debriefing. It was a fine gesture from his superiors, one of the reasons why Ue cherished his home in such a high manner, it was undoubtedly the most cultivated and civil of them all. He'd acknowledge their words with a simple nod of his head before uplifting himself to a perfect stand, properly facing and greeting the two Jounin as he took off into light strides.

("Perhaps some luck still resides within me, who knew.")

Relieved of his work -which had already been relatively complete- he headed for the missions panel, ready to proudly face the attendant and turn in his work of perfection. Repeating his session of vaults and sifting through rooftops, he was well on his way to the compounds office, brimming with vigor while physically exhausted, his body was more than confused. But in his mind, he knew what he had accomplished.

[lore.]

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